#ffas

[fassynated]

I just watched the Fas coach the FFAS in next goal wins!

[bellygettingfat]

Before and after I let myself go :)

[need-mass]

This could be the hottest belly video I've ever made

[jabathegut]

I wonder how much Ive gained on this cruise Buffet after Buffet after Buffet! I bet I’ve gained 20lbs in a week!! Imagine if I had a female feeder🤯 35lbs???

[feederprincess]

gamers make for the perfect feedees because you can keep refilling their snacks while they are busy playing. can you imagine how many bags of junk food they would accidentally eat in a day? how many cans of soda they would finish because they keep reaching for more?

getting them so used to always having something in arms reach that they dont even notice themselves stretching out their arm to get more?

making them forget what it’s like to ever feel hungry, pleasuring them whenever they are comfortably full so they start associating the two. pushing their capacity more each day & not giving them any relief until you feel their belly bulging, constantly bloated

getting them so used to it that they get hard whenever they feel themselves getting full, knowing that the more they eat the sooner pleasure will come

god… it wouldnt even take long for them to outgrow their wardrobe, wearing sweatpants that stopped fitting 10 pounds ago and leave red marks all over their stomach ~

i cant wait for you to feel your fat gut resting on your lap once im done with you<3

[doughydrew]

How I come home after a long day of grazing at the office.

[fatboysoftie]

Silly stuffing, the chocolate milk made me feel so bloated and heavy, my belly felt so hard😮‍💨

[beefcakemuscle]

Can’t get over how big I look

[fedlasso]

New feature unlocked: side rolls

On vacation, so not posting as much, but I’ll be home Sunday and will pump out more content.

[jabathegut]

That 2nd lunch hit different!

[feederprincess]

i want to secretly fatten someone up & encourage all of their bad habits until it gets to a point where they spend all day grazing and eating without me needing to do anything… i want them to be extremely addicted to food but they can’t even tell because i always make sure it’s readily available

playing it off as happy relationship weight and sizing up their clothes for them so they stop thinking about it while i keep loading up their plate with more fattening food

making them associate pleasure with being stuffed until they start getting horny just from eating

i don’t want them to realize until it’s way too late, their clothes barely fit and their belly always peeks out from under their shirts<3

[doughydrew]

Fuck am I doughy!! Love how much I’ve let myself go!!

[overfed-meathead]

I feel sorry for this jockstrap..

[dreamgirlfeeder]

when the bariatric nurse turns out to be a feeder…

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[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Why?

I’ve done it. It’s over. 

I let out a deep breath that turns into a burp. My belly lets out a gurgle. 

Another gorging come and gone. A party sized fast food order completely inside my fat, burgeoning, hefty gut. 

All that remains outside are wrappers, a few empty bags, and an empty cup. 

I lean back in my chair. It creaks slightly. I’m so full I can barely keep my eyes open, my body devoting all my energy to digesting my oversized meal. I let out a long, breathy sigh. 

The buttons on my shirt are straining and it has ridden up. It’s my favorite shirt. Soon I’ll grow out of it. It bothers me. But I cannot stop giving my stomach what it needs. 

I let my shirt just roll up the rest of the way. My full, satiated belly softly plops out in my lap. There isn’t really any space for anything else. My stomach easily covers about half of my gigantic thighs. I rub my huge, sensitive, engorged gut. Involuntary moans escape me. My smooth skin is soft and warm, my squishy fat presses in with my hands as I firmly push and precede over the swollen, fleshy orb in my lap. 

I’m so tuckered out. My whole evening. My valuable and limited free time…gone. Just like the 1000s of calories of food, my needy, heavy, inflated gut has consumed that entirely too. I have no choice now but to sleep off this multi person gathering sized meal. I can’t remain conscious much longer. 

I must get up. It’s so difficult. My belly weighs me down. It all sloshes inside me as I stand. I’m so fatigued, and downright sluggish from the new contents of my stomach. My breathing is labored and short. I’m simply out of breath. 

I waddle out of my dining room. My heavy steps are slow, I can’t manage anything fast. I feel dazed, so encumbered, so overladen with delicious food. My belly doesn’t jiggle as much in this state. It’s so solidly filled. 

I stop to inspect the damage I’ve dealt in the bathroom mirror. My shirt is draped over my torso like a tent now. 4Xs don’t fit like they used to. I slide it off. My belly is taunt up top. My stretch marks more pronounced. Soft, squishy flab hangs off of me and sags low. My deep overhang shocks me as usual when I turn to the side. I am so wide, and even wider like this. I scoop my prize up in my arms, lifting it. This pushes out another burp. It’s a relief taking the pressure off my back for a moment, achey from lugging this enormous thing around all the time. 

Thoughts dance through my mind as I hold up my bloated stomach. 

Why do I do this? I eat so much food constantly. Entire evenings, hours on end devoted to consuming it all and digesting it and cradling this fat, overfed gut. 

I drop my heavy belly on the counter. A loud, meaty plop echoes off the walls. It has been sagging slightly into the sink. I use both hands to manhandle my squishy, overstuffed pride. Pure ecstasy. My bellybutton gaped more fully open. My thick, blubbery side rolls squished against the edge of the sink. My gut has become a solid, fleshy sack of pleasure. A bulging, globular trophy of unrestrained gluttony and hedonist overindulgence. It’s simply covered in decadent fat. My whole body is overladen with lard. 

Why? Because my belly always gets what it wants. It’s pampered. Spoiled. It needs to be filled until it no longer can be. I must oblige. I have no choice. It is a command. I must obey. 

Why? Because it feels so fucking good. 

This is why.